Once upon a time

Sofia Goncalves
Jul 24, 2017 · 2 min read

Once upon a time there was this girl that was terrified.

But she could not let it show, I mean, do you know what they do to you if they can see or smell your fear?

Once upon a time there was this girl that was trying really hard, but might she try, she felt she was always behind.

You see, being ambitious, being sure you want to do the right thing, wanting to be THAT person (and that changes depending who you talk to), is something she always wanted to be.

It is not like she didn’t know who she wanted to be - not that it was too different from all of those people’s wishes or dreams for her. She just wanted more time.

Once upon a time there was this girl who wanted to be perfect.

But perfection is tough. Perfection is harsh. Perfection, eventually, takes something from you.

The girl knew she needed to take it easy. Last time she tried to do it all, she got sick. Like, really sick. Her body, one day said “No more”. And no more it was.

Once upon a time there was this girl that knew she had to take it easy. So she tried to. What she didn’t expect was the fear that came with it.

“Time is not on your side, not-so-young-lady”, said a voice inside her. And a terror installed.

All she wanted was not to feel. Not to feel the terror, the feeling of failing.

The more she tried to concentrate and say “it is nothing”, the more the terror grew. In no time, it was all she felt.

Once upon a time there was a girl who felt trapped and a little bit lonely.

London can do that to you. There is always this feeling you are not doing enough, not busy enough.

a whisper “you are not enough”

But is it really the city or is it us who choose to believe this side of the city? How long can one blame the city they live in?

Once upon a time there was this girl who thought “Ok, back to the basics”

breath

be grateful

Once upon a time there was this girl that felt she was enough, even if for that second.

Eventually… eventually that second will become a minute, that minute will become an hour, that hour will become a day, that day will become a week, that week will become a month, that month will become a year, and that year will become her life.

eventually.

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Sofia Goncalves

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Introvert at heart, I keep dreaming with impossibles.

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